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Children's Song 1827
Up the close and down the stair,
In the house with Burke and Hare.
Burke’s the butcher, Hare’s the thief
Knox, the man who buys the beef.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bacm20rFO4
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(shown) Bishop Pickax - Graverobber Hat
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Himachal-Pradesh (Inde) - Oui, on dirait des bagnards, mais ce sont des travailleurs volontaires.
Ces hommes sont chargés de maintenir la route en état pour limiter les ruptures du trafic routier, vital pour le Ladakh car le camion est sa seule source d'approvisionnement.
Ces travailleurs sont des obscurs, des sans grades, auxquels nul ne prête attention et qui se fondent dans un décor minéral grandiose et hostile.
Des hommes seuls ou en petits groupes, errant à pied pour rejoindre un chantier, une énorme clé anglaise, une simple pelle ou une pioche sur l’épaule ; on en croise régulièrement sur la route.
Toujours en guenilles, ils ne disposent que de cagoules de laine grossière ou d'une simple capuche pour se protéger des affres du soleil et des morsures du froid, qui cohabitent souvent à ces altitudes… Et où l’oxygène manque cruellement. Ce qui leur donne souvent un air hagard.
Ces deux jeunes ouvriers ont été photographiés à près de 4000 mètres d'altitude sur un tronçon asphalté en bon état. Ce qui était rare à l’époque, laissant supposer la proximité d'un camp militaire. Je ne sais pas d'où ils venaient, ni vers quel chantier où ils allaient ? Le dernier chantier d'importance était à plus de deux heures de route en véhicule.
The convicts of the Himalayas
Himachal-Pradesh (India) - Yes, they look like convicts, but they are voluntary workers.
These men are responsible for maintaining the road in order to limit the disruption of road traffic, vital for Ladakh, because the truck is its only source of supply.
These workers are obscure people, without ranks, to whom no one pays attention and who blend into a grandiose mineral setting.
Men alone or in small groups, wandering on foot to reach a construction site, an enormous wrench, a simple shovel or a pickaxe on the shoulder; we meet them regularly on the road.
Always in rags, they only have hoods of coarse wool to protect themselves from the sun burns and the cold that prevail at this altitude ... and where oxygen is sorely lacking. Which often gives them a haggard look.
These two young workers were photographed at an altitude of almost 4000 meters on an asphalt stretch in good condition. Which was rare at the time, suggesting the proximity of a military camp. I don't know where they came from, and where they were going?
Nikon F 90 - 35 -70 mm Nikkor f : 2,8 - Film Ilford HP5 +, développé dans du Microphen à bain perdu, dilué 1+3.
Numérisation réalisée avec un Nikon D 750
Get comfy and play with BackBone's newest release Lazy Gamers Hideout now at Access. This set has a ton of pieces from an amazing bed and desk and computer to energy drinks, fridges, and cups of noodles. From amazing textures and a ton of poses to the newest and greatest Funny Bone The Grumpy Gamer. With his blue hair, pickax, and cargo shorts this funny bone is so adorable hes sure to become your favorite.
So while we are setting up an awesome space for your time inside might as well look just as sexy to entice your friends on the other side of the computer and Dirty Princess has something new and sexy. The Tasty Princess set is a hot off the shoulder top with straps that tie at the shoulder and a sexy little skirt that opens at the thigh and ties with a panty built into the skirt that is hideable if you want to show a little extra skin. Made for the Maitreya, Freya, Legacy and V-Tech bodies. Available in six awesome colors there is sure to be one just for you.
So stop in at Bloom and see what treasures await you.
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My pickax was some days not used and lagged in the garden. The wetness let grow some rust on the top of the tool.
I've had all these heads laying around for years. Figured I'd do something with them.
Pickax Squiddy
Pierre Squiddy
Power-Tool Squiddy
Ma Squiddy (Squidtron in disguise)
Plasma Squiddy
P-Squiddy
P-Fishy
Phat-Squiddy
Puncture Squiddy
Pink Squiddy
Let me know what you think. Cheers, all.
Many residents of Beaufort feared the possibility of being buried alive. Apparently, during a bad sickness, a patient’s breathing could become so shallow that they appeared to have passed away. Knowing this, Dr. Perry built this above-ground tomb in St. Helena’s graveyard and instructed his relatives, “If I pass away, bury me with a jug of wine, a loaf of bread and a pickax. Should I wake up and find myself inside, I shall drink the wine, eat the bread and dig myself out.” Dr. Perry did in fact die during an outbreak of yellow fever, so he was placed in this tomb, and the entrance was sealed in wood in case he woke up. After the family finally gave up hope that he would “resurrect,” they bricked up the exit. This is why you see newer bricks on this side of the tomb.
There are no names or dates on the tomb. However, it is listed as the tomb of Dr. Perry in an information booklet called “Old Churchyard” from St. Helena’s Episcopal Church. The booklet confirms that Dr. Perry is interred here, as his name corresponds with the tomb’s location on the map. Curiously, there is no first name listed- it simply says, “Perry, ___Dr.” I do not know the date of death- another Beaufort mystery.
Gravehouse - a ramada (roof with comer posts supporting it) over a grave, or a shed over a grave. The gravehouse is known especially from the American South. It probably developed there from local Indian usage, but it may have developed from a weaker tradition in England.
Wanted to do Hazel for MM's fictitious theme. I tried all week, but just couldn't get the crisp shot I wanted. Thus, the rabbit ended up in yesterday's Sliders Sunday group. This little garden guy (2.5in/6.3cm) said he would be happy to substitute - if I photographed him in front of our pix ax. I was hoping he could be one of the dwarfs from The Hobbit or The Lord of the Rings. But he looks just too nice and kind. So, as he happily agreed to stand in for Hazel, I'm saying he's Happy from Snow White.
As seen with the Mining Yeren. I dont know if a jackhammer would be used in mining work, but a pickax seemed a bit too old-school, especially next to a big power suit for the same job.
A couple of weeks ago the fellows brought this machine out and tried to till the yard but evidently it was too packed so it didn't get done .. Yesterday with a shovel and pickax they went over the yard breaking it up and then early this morning they brought the tiller back and did the whole yard.. Then older gent was raking it to smooth it down some.. Now I'm wondering if they are going to seed it or put down sod... Stay tuned...
Pioche (French for pickax) is a remote town in eastern Nevada. It has a mining history with periods where silver, nickel, lead and zinc. The current population is about 1,000.
New clam-shell packaging makes a huge difference! These will be available Friday through Sunday at Brick Cascade 2016 in Portland Oregon!
Each Pack contains:
x1 UCT Sword
x1 UCT Pickax
x1 UCT Ax
x1 UCT Farming Hoe
x1 UCT Shovel
x1 Overmolded UCT Torch
See you there!
This tank patrols ocean borders against airborne invasions. I would really like to get some BrickMania treads; currently, though, I work with what I have.
Another of the nutcrackers that John and I built for the LEGO nutcracker promotion. You can see that video on their Facebook page here.
This arctic explorer wasn’t specifically based off of any minifigure, though it was influenced by the various Arctic figs LEGO has made before. The new macaroni tiles ended up working well for pockets, and while the pickax was challenging at first, a ski ended up working nicely for its blade.
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Pioche (French for pickax) is a remote town in eastern Nevada. It has a mining history with periods where silver, nickel, lead and zinc. The current population is about 1,000.
Commissioned for mining by the M-Tron corporation. Includes sonic pickax, magnetic grapple, and a powerful shoulder mounted cutting laser.
Das Alpenmurmeltier (Marmota marmota), süddeutsch und österreichisch auch Mankeioder Murmel ist ein besonders in den Alpenverbreitetes Nagetier. Es ist nach dem Biberund dem Stachelschwein das drittgrößte in Europa vorkommende Nagetier. Jungtiere des Alpenmurmeltieres erreichen in der Regel im dritten Jahr ihre Geschlechtsreife und verlassen frühestens dann ihren Familienverband. Bedingt durch diese späte Abwanderung der Jungtiere leben Murmeltiere sozial in Gruppen zusammen, die bis zu 20 Individuen umfassen können.
Alpenmurmeltiere sind typische Vertreter einer eiszeitlichen Tierwelt, die während des Pleistozäns auch im europäischen Tiefland zu finden waren. Heute sind sie als sogenanntes Eiszeitrelikt in ihrer Verbreitung auf Gebirgshöhenlagen begrenzt, da sie nur hier geeignete Umweltbedingungen finden. Ein sechs bis sieben Monate währender Winterschlaf ermöglicht ihnen die Besiedelung dieser unwirtlichen Regionen. Während des Winterschlafes leben sie ausschließlich von körpereigenen Fettreserven.
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The alpine marmot (Marmota marmota) is a species of marmot found in mountainous areas of central and southern Europe. Alpine marmots live at heights between 800 and 3,200 metres in the Alps, Carpathians, Tatras, the Pyrenees and Northern Apennines in Italy. They were reintroduced with success in the Pyrenees in 1948, where the alpine marmot had disappeared at end of the Pleistoceneepoch. They are excellent diggers, able to penetrate soil that even a pickaxe would have difficulty with, and spend up to nine months per year in hibernation.
Since 2019 Parque Natural Faro Mazatlán (Lighthouse Park) is looked after by a dedicated group of volunteers in conjunction with Parque Natural Faro Mazatlán officials.
From being a dirty, abandoned and unsafe public space the park is constantly being upgraded and on this day workers were busy upgrading the trail to solar lighting.
ECLIPSE Event May 2019
◊ Autocarriage
◊ Credits
•Mesh & Texture: Paradoxical Mode
•Photography: Paradoxical Mode
•Model: Koarin Yakubu
•Pose: Mizu
◊ Style Card
•Head: CATWA Eva
•Hair: DURA U87 Fatpack
•Makeup: MILA Princess of Darkness Makeup
•Coat: HOTDOG Frock Coat
•Pants: KROVA Duelist Breeches in Brown
•Boots: KROVA Duelist Greaves in Brown
•Hat: !Reliquary! Graverobber Hat
•Gloves: [P.0.E] Recon Gloves in Blue
•Necklace: Remarkable Oblivion Lilliam Batwing Necklace in Wrought
•Belt: [P.0.E] Wayfarer Fantasy Belt
•Pickax: !Reliquary! Bishop Pickax
•Knives: !Reliquary! Pawn Throwing Knife
Release Date: 5/13/2019
Version Date: 5/13/2019
Coming to the ECLIPSE Event on May 13th!
◊ Autocarriage
◊ Credits
•Mesh & Texture: Paradoxical Mode
•Animations: Mizu
•Photography: Paradoxical Mode
Release Date: 5/13/2019
Version Date: 5/13/2019
We are all aware of the regulations allowing the Edelweiss insignia to be worn on the left side of the cap and prohibiting other insignia. This group of mountain soldiers disregarded those regulations in a grand fashion. The cobbler working on a boot wears his Edelweiss on the front where the kokarde would be normally. The soldier behind his right shoulder has an Edelweiss badge and a cluster of small Edelweiss flowers that looks like a cap badge. The soldier behind the cobbler's left shoulder has an even larger Edelweiss cluster and a third badge which the soldier on the right shoulder also displays. The soldier with the pipe has some insignia on the front of his cap which looks like a ice pickax in part. The soldier on the front of the field kitchen wears his Edelweiss badge in the front of his cap by the kokarde. Several others in this group have multiple cap badges like their Austrian compatriots.
After these came out at BrickCon this year I gathered the materials to make more! These are available on the site right now!
Each pack includes
x1 Sword
x1 Pickax
x1 Ax
x1 Shovel
x1 Farming Hoe
and x1 Random Prototype
1:15 of these packs will have a Overmolded tool inside!
Let me know what you think!
Thanks
~Payton
The tour group I was in on the Matanuska Glacier in Alaska had been walking for about 30 min. The first 15 min had been through mud and the next 15 min had been through a hilly rock field. Our guide used his pickax to strike the dirt in the rock field to show us that less than an inch down was actually glacier covered in dirt and rocks. We kept hiking away from the beautiful picturesque white glacier and deeper into the rocky dirt covered glacier. We came around a hill and were startled to see a huge ice cave entrance in the middle of the rock field. The outside and top of the cave was completely covered in dirt and rocks, but we could see inside the cave the walls were a magical clear blue. As the glacier slowly melted, shifted, and moved the rocks above the entrance of the cave were shifting too. Every couple of minutes or so a rock would fall across the mouth of the ice cave. Sometimes the rock was the size of a pebble but sometimes it was the size of a basketball. As we got to the entrance of the cave we were told to keep our heads down and to run in to make sure we didn't get hit by a falling rock. Once inside I got this shot which I refer to it as my Georgia O'Keeffe.
De mijnwerker met houweel en carbidlamp is Wincenty Pstrowski (1904-1948), een arbeidersvoorman en lid van de communistische partij. Een 'decommunistificatiewet' van het huidige Poolse regime uit 2017 schrijft voor dat alles wat naar het communisme verwijst weg moet uit het straatbeeld. Het gemeentebestuur van Zabrze heeft het geliefde standbeeld weten te behouden door het te hernoemen als 'monument voor de mijnbroeders'. Om het neutrale karakter te onderstrepen zijn er een mijnlocomotief en een kolengraafmachine uit het mijnmuseum in de mijn Guido bij geplaatst
The miner with pickaxe and carbid lamp is Wincenty Pstrowski (1904-1948), a laborers leader and member of the communist party. The decommunisation campaign of the present Polish regime requires by a law of 2017 the removal of all references to the communist era from the streets. The municipality of Zabrze managed to keep the popular statue by rededicating it as a monument for the 'mine brothers'. To underline the neutral character, a mine locomotive and a cole mine excavator from the nearby Guido mine museum are displayed on the square as well
This was a cloning project idea I had for a bit but it was just getting the people together.
Generally, this is a revenge piece. The guy has hurt all of these women so they're going to hurt him back. The bride kind of makes this seem as if it's an elaborate ploy to get him alone, but thoughts can also be that he left her at the alter. Hmmmm.....
Blue dress has hedge clippers and yes I was thinking of the Big Lebowski when the Germans keep yelling "I cut off your johnson!" Purple dress has the ax. You have seen the ax in many other shoots of mine. Black dress (actually navy blue) is holding an 8 iron golf club. Red dress has a pick ax.
Revenge is sweet...isn't it?
The morning is still young when we climb onboard a badass Super Jeep bound for the snout of an outlet glacier, a majestic glacial tongue descending from the Vatnajökull ice cap. The jeep roars while we bounce our way across the outwash plain cloaked in snow and black lava sand. It’s a hostile terrain with a rock-strewn track crossed by a myriad of small rivulets. The jeep pulls over at the trailhead near the end moraine, where ridges of chaotically deposited debris reflect the shape of the glacier terminus. At first, we splash through icy creeks covered with rainwater, navigate polished slanted slabs and scramble over the scree. Gravel slips and crunches beneath our feet. Then, - armed with ice crampons, harness, helmet and pickax -, we mount the beastly ice mass. We use ropes to traverse the most dangerous, steep sections. Once atop, we are in awe of the sheer beauty of the glacial scenery. The rain from the previous day has washed away all snow, displaying the vast ice sheet in its pristine splendor. Frozen beauty stretches in all directions.
Parts of the glacier are rather smooth with wide gaping moulins (roughly circular shafts) spread across the uneven terrain waiting to swallow the unwary. In some areas, the glacier’s surface is riddled with so many crevasses that crossing it would entail a lifetime of challenges to overcome. Curious, we peer over the rim of one of the deep crevasses with grimacing drops into the abyss. Instantaneously I dig the crampon’s spikes further into the solid ice to ensure maximum grip. Volcanic ash deposits, trapped in the ice, absorb the sunlight. To scientists, the various layers in the glacial ice, ones from more recent years all the way down to centuries ago, would reveal the glacier’s history. Each crevasse is like a window to the soul of the glacier. A black soul apparently, taking us on a journey into the dark and sinister world of volcanoes…
Hidden beneath Vatnajökull (‘Water Glacier’), - Europe’s largest ice cap by volume with a surface area of around 8,100 km2 -, lurk several dangerous volcanoes. Sub-glacial Vatnajökull-resident Grímsvötn, for example, is responsible for the most fatal volcanic eruption in Iceland's history: the 1783 Laki Eruption (Skaftá Fires). Its consequences for Iceland, known as "Mist Hardships", were disastrous. Over a mere 8-month period, the eruption produced an estimated quantity of 14 km3 basalt lava. Its outpouring of ash and poisonous gases contaminated the soil, leading to the death of over half of Iceland's livestock and the destruction of the majority of all crops. Roughly one-quarter of the human population died either in the famine or by fluoride poisoning. The Laki Eruption and its aftermath did not only affect Iceland, but had far reaching consequences for the entire world. As 120 million tons of sulfur dioxide was spewed into the Northern Hemisphere, the global temperature dropped. The thick haze that spread across and beyond Europe prevailed for weeks, greatly diminishing the warming of the earth’s atmosphere and surface by the sun’s radiation. The meteorological anomalies ranged from weakened monsoon circulations (hence droughts) in North Africa and India, extremely cold winters, intensely hot summers, winds from unusual directions, alarming thunderstorms with large hailstones to damaging floods. People began to look, with a superstitious awe, at the blood-colored sun. The toxic spew caused destruction of crops, death of livestock, serious social disruption and loss of human life. The famine, that afflicted Egypt in 1784, cost the country about one-sixth of its population. The increased poverty and famine in France helped ignite the French Revolution in 1789. In North America, the persistent cold in the winter of 1784 delayed Congressmen in coming to Annapolis to vote for the Treaty of Paris, which formally ended the American Revolutionary War.
Clearly, the impact of volcanic eruptions can be beyond imaginable. The guide’s tales of terror continue however. Eruptions and geothermal heat from the volcanoes have also led to the development of large pockets of water beneath the ice, which may burst the weakened ice and cause a jökulhlaup (glacial lake outburst flood). In the advent of a volcanic eruption floods expected to reach inhabited areas within 20 to 60 minutes. In Iceland, the most feared jökulhlaups come from Katla, which is due to erupt. Despite normal eruptions intervals of 13 to 95 years, this sub-glacial volcano has not erupted violently for 100 years now. Katla, however, has been showing elevated signs of unrest. If Katla were to erupt, a huge area along the south coast of Iceland would need to be evacuated. The resulting jökulhlaup could reach a peak flowrate of 200,000 to 400,000 m3 per second of water. Icebergs between 100 and 200 ton and rocky boulders larger than apartment blocks would destroy anything on their way as these vast volumes of meltwater continue their cataclysmic journey to the sea.
By now, I’m convinced that the stereotype of the ‘Introverted Icelander’ is a myth. Our initially rather shy, silent guide, - a fisherman who eagerly waits for the start of the fishing season, when he can spend days out at sea by himself to reach the halibut grounds -, became a talkative ‘lone wolf’ within an hour. We are being fed with eerie tales, as if we are huddled with friends around a campfire in the woods. It’s non-fiction though; a glacier hike really can become a stroll to the graveyard. In the 20th century alone, there were 39 volcanic eruptions in Iceland. And substantial seismic activity is ongoing with seismic swarms (series of minor earthquakes) occurring frequently (the last one had been on the decline for the last few days). But then again, Iceland is the country of contradiction. Fire versus ice. Gateway to hell versus stairway to heaven. For now, luckily, it’s just a glacial marvel to behold. Being amidst the simple beauty of nature. Ultimate freedom. Simple happiness. As Islanders would say: “Guð blessi Ísland!”
The demolition worker: detail of a painting by Paul Signac at the Musée d'Orsay in Paris, France.
My museum collection : www.flickr.com/photos/9619972@N08/collections/72157702215...
This Toa's name and biography was a team effort between me and my girlfriend; Ruby! The model itself was made by yours truly.
Jyco, Toa Mangai of Ice:
Jyco was yet another Ice member of the Toa Mangai. Back on his home island, Jyco was one of a number of Scholars. Having learned much during his occupation, Jyco frequently got asked questions about a myriad of topics and his thoughts on them. He could have a bit of a short temper sometimes when he got passionate about a conversation, especially when he was right, which to him was just about all the time.
Jyco used the mask of truth, which allowed him to see through illusions and other deceptions. It also allowed him to see any invisible beings.
Jyco’s weapon was a Pickaxe, which he used to focus his elemental ice blasts at his adversaries.
This appears to have been a storefront church. Pioche, Nevada.
Pioche (French for pickax) is a remote town in eastern Nevada. It has a mining history with periods where silver, nickel, lead and zinc. The current population is about 1,000.
(Theme music plays)
Mysterious by Tom Aldrich
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Soul Sleuths intro, voice over plays over intro montage of explorations.
Paranormal. Supernatural. Otherworldly. Mysterious.
Unexplained.
There are those who shrug off these words.
There are those who find these words irresistible.
If you are watching, you are among the latter. You are people with inquisitive minds, adventurous hearts, and courageous souls.
Together, we will explore places that some say are inhabited by restless spirits, demons, or creatures of unknown origin.
Our team of believers and skeptics seek to unite science and mysticism
in our quest to produce empirical evidence that some things may exist on
the boundaries of what we regard as reality.
Welcome to Soul Sleuths, where "investigation is just the beginning."
PART ONE
(dissolves to Soul set where Nica and Hammer sit on white throw cloth-covered armchairs)
Hammer: I'm actually looking forward to this trip.
Nica: You are?
Hammer: It's a gold mine. What's not to love?
Nica: Shootouts, hangings, robberies, murder, and madness. (Hammer nods enthusiastically) Tonight, we will dig into the dark history, and try to determine if the Manes of Murder Mine are real.
Hammer: Mah-naze? What does that mean?
Nica: It's Latin. It's what the ancient Romans called the spirit or shade of a dead person.
Hammer: What have the ancient Romans got to do with this mine?
Nica: (smiles, and a voiceover accompanies images) In 1853, two brothers, Samuel and Caleb Wiccheberg were panning for ore samples in a series of California rivers, creeks, and streams, when they found some interesting traces. Following the small stream into a series of caves, they discovered a quartz vein containing gold. They purchased the land, announced their discovery, and that mine eventually produced about 200,000 ounces of gold, and 100,000 ounces of silver. By itself, the gold would be worth about 300 million dollars. A tiny town of mostly miners and their families sprang up near the mine, and it was dubbed, Wiccheberg.
Hammer: (back in studio) Obviously,
Nica: Obviously.
Hammer: Now I'm thinking of everything I could do with 300 mil.
Nica: A lot.
Hammer: I'm bringing a pickax.
Nica: (snort/laughs) You can't -- Somebody still owns that mine. You can't just go digging around in there.
Hammer: Then why go?
Nica: For the ghosts, remember?
Hammer: (sighs) Sure. Ghosts. (Nica shakes her head and chuckles) I'm still bringing a pickax. (Nica snort/laughs)
Cut to EXT-DUSK-WICCHEBERG
Nica, Hammer, Philly, and Edi are wandering around in front of dilapidated partial structures.
Hammer: There's never much left of these places, is there?
Nica: The gold ran out in the late 1880s, and so did the miners.
Philly: They abandoned it all, leaving it open to the elements. Collapse is inevitable, as Nature reclaims the land. (everyone does a slow turn on Philly)
Nica: I told you not to read, Call Of the Wild before we came here.
Philly: I didn't. (pause) I watched the movie. (everyone makes disparaging comments, jibes, waves a hand at him, turns away) What? The Disney version, so I wouldn't freak out.
Edi: Disney shouldn't make you so morbid, dude.
Philly: You don't actually pay attention to those movies, do you?
Nica: As you can imagine, gold and silver brings out the worst in the people who chase it, and Wiccheberg was rife with thievery, gunfights, and drunken brawls. Knowing they needed to protect their mine, the brothers hired a small group of outlaws called The Deadeyed Diablos.
Hammer: Tell me you have a small penis without telling me you have a small penis. (everyone laughs)
Rebus: (voice from behind the camera) I have a feeling that didn't work out well.
Nica: Yes, and no. The Diablos probably contributed as much to the crime as they deterred it, but the number of gunfights, thefts, and drunken brawls did decrease.
Edi: I guess that's good.
Nica: Hangings basically took their place, as far as contributing to deaths.
Edi: I guess that's less good.
Nica: The Diablos were, at best, vigilantes, so it was safe to say that some innocent people might have gone to the Hanging Rock along with the guilty.
Philly: Hanging Rock?
Nica: (nods and points, camera follows to where she's pointing, where a massive boulder is poised on a rise over the mine and town, silhouetted against the setting sun) There's a path up the rise, behind the boulder. A ring was set into the boulder, a rope tied to it, and the accused would be pushed off the top of the boulder (her finger points slowly down, the camera following), and they would fall the 20 feet, to just in front of the mine opening, their necks snapping.
Hammer: I guess that's a pretty quick way to go.
Nica: There are stories that sometimes their heads would pop off.
Edi: What?
Nica: And sometimes the rope would be a little too long and their feet would hit the ground, breaking their ankles and legs first.
Edi: Holy crap.
Nica: Sometimes that slowed their descent enough that their necks didn't break, so they'd hang there, feet, ankles, and legs shattered, choking to death.
Hammer: So, not an exact science.
Nica: Not so much. Like I said, The Diablos weren't good people.
Philly: Doesn't say much for the people who hired them, either.
Nica: You don't know the half of it. (switches to voiceover images of vintage photographs of the brothers, and other things she talks about) For some people, a lot of gold isn't enough, they need to have all of the gold. Samuel and Caleb were those people. They were paranoid, turning one of the caves in the mine into their living quarters, so they could be on constant guard over their gold, and watch each other's every move.
Rebus: (vo) That's healthy.
Edi: (vo) They lived in the mine?
Nica: (vo) According to local stories, yes.
Edi: (vo) But, where would they ... you know? Did they have a bathroom in there? (people laugh)
Hammer: (vo) It was the 1800s. They didn't have much in the way of indoor plumbing.
Philly: (vo) Probably had another cave with a latrine.
Hammer: (vo) Or just squatted over a bucket. (everyone makes grossed out sounds while she laughs)
Nica: (as the scene returns to live recording) That's one of the few remaining buildings that still has a portion of it standing. (points, camera follows the point to a decrepit building) It was the pony stable.
Edi: Ponies!
Philly: Don't tell her about ponies, Nic. It's not gonna have a happy ending.
Edi: Why? What happened to the ponies?
Nica: Donkeys were commonly used to pull mining carts, but the brothers came from a coal town, and they used pit ponies. The brothers preferred them to donkeys.
Edi: Poor ponies and donkeys, working in mines.
Nica: At least the ponies got to get out of the mines, daily. Samuel and Caleb eventually stopped coming out, altogether.
AllExceptNica: Samuel and Caleb eventually stopped coming out.
Nica: All of you suck. (they all chuckle) The brothers fought constantly, each was sure the other was hoarding gold in a secret cache, and one day, Samuel died in a suspicious mining accident. Supposedly, a rock dislodged from the roof of one of the tunnels, striking him on the head, killing him.
Hammer: Which could happen.
Nica: True. Before the 1920s, miners wore soft caps made of cloth or canvas, with a leather brim, and lamp bracket to hold their lights. Cloth versus rock, rock wins.
Rebus: (voice from direction of camera) Could a rock fall far enough from the ceiling of a mine tunnel, to get enough velocity going to kill you?
Nica: A dentist in town kept a journal of the goings-on, and most stories are based on his, and other people's diaries, and the dentist mentioned that there was suspicion that Caleb killed Samuel, but there weren't any witnesses. And since the Diablos worked for Caleb, not even one of their kangaroo courts was held.
Edi: Oo! They had kangaroos, too? (Philly puts an arm around her shoulders and leads her away to the ruins of the stable, chatting quietly)
Nica: Some say, Samuel's ghost had its revenge, because about a month after Samuel's "accident," an earthquake triggered a collapse, trapping, and probably killing, Caleb, and a few Diablos who were meeting with him that night.
Hammer: Probably?
Nica: The rear portion of the mine was too unstable after that. It's been closed ever since.
Hammer: So, those people could have survived, been trapped, and no one went in to save them?
Nica: Well, the general feeling in the town was that Caleb was a murderer, and no one was fond of the Diablos.
Hammer: Rough justice back in the day.
Nica: (chuckles) Don't bash your brother's head in with a rock.
Rebus: (voice from direction of camera) Allegedly.
Nica: Allegedly. (looks around) We'll be setting up camp, here, and going into the mine.
Rebus: (voice from direction of camera) Is that safe?
Hammer: We've got hardhats, and the portion we'll be entering is short, and well-maintained.
Rebus: (voice from direction of camera) According to--?
Nica: According to the current owner. (claps her hands together) Let's get set up before we lose all the daylight.
Nica: Bailey
Hammer: Arc
Edi: Teddi
Philly: Seth
Rebus: Erebus
Patzcuaro cemetery in Mexico, Michoacan, is getting ready for the celebration of the Day of the dead. I came across this little boy, while he was working late afternoon on the family grave. In the back, smoke is rising from the burning of dried flowers.
Edward Penfield (American; 1866–1925). Color lithograph, 1901. The New York Public Library, Print Collection.
Poster for “Collier’s” magazine, Vol. XXVII, No. 22 (August 31, 1901)
Arturo Herrera, Disney-esque cartooning painter, Museum of Modern Art, New York
"A Knock"
(2000). Cut-and-pasted printed paper on paper, 70 x 60" (177.8 x 152.4 cm). Purchase. © 2012 Arturo Herrera (Venezuelan, born 1959).
Combining a Surrealist's interest in the unconscious with a postmodern sensibility, Herrera creates evocative collage drawings that are distinctively psychically charged. These amorphous works are typically composed from cut fragments from children’s coloring books or comic illustrations, and often incorporate Disney characters and other recognizable cartoon icons. In A Knock Herrera uses his cut-and-paste technique to achieve a perfect balance between figuration and abstraction. For this work he has cut out fragments of figures based on the Disney characters Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs from a collaged, candy-colored background. The disjointed figures are not immediately recognizable and only emerge from clues within the flowing, linear web of paper strips: a hand holding a candle, a pickax, the tassel of a cap, fragments of clothing, and pieces of arms and legs. Images that are normally considered innocent and innocuous are placed in illogical juxtapositions, resulting in a morphed entity composed of multiple body parts. Herrera has created a nightmarish world in which childhood innocence has been subsumed by the unconscious.
This mission was simple. Go in, get the pirate, and get out. I was told he would have some of his henchmen-type pirates with him and that they wouldn’t be too hard to get past. Things started to go down-hill when they decided to assign a Consolate to assist me. Who do they think I am, a foot-soldier? I am a damn Galactic Conquistador, the best of the best, the elite of the grand Spanisa Army. I should not need to be trailed by a damn spook for a mission like this. Whatever, I guessed I could live with him. So long as he didn’t try to take over the mission, I thought I’d be fine. When we began to track the pirate, Darzz Lambint, through several well-known hiding planets for outlaws before settling on an odd planet called Farsss. The jack-ass that named the planet must have thought he was clever, as the smell of the planet was that of an arse. The planet didn’t look much more appetizing than one, either. After talking around for a few hours, we found the rough location of his MBOO (main base of operations); a well hidden rock outcropping that had been transformed into a virtual fortress. Luckily, our armor was fortified from most conventional firearms. Anything more than a .50 caliber bullet may be troublesome, though. The armor was also less helpful when going against melee weapons, which is why we were trained extensively in hand-to-hand combat. We attacked that dawn, as the pirates were lounging. The first one we came upon expected nothing. I snapped his neck. The Consolate took out the next, simply knocking him out. When we go closer, our cover was blown. I lost my PickAx after impaling one of the pirates’ throats with it. I switched to my sidearm as soon as that happened. We moved quickly, taking out a sniper on a turret above us, several machine-gunners, several scouts and a second sniper. When we finished, we retrieved the man the Consolate had knocked out. He was very cooperative after losing one of his knee-caps. We learned that they were only a small number of the pirates left loyal to Darzz. He had left a few days earlier with several of his loyal bodyguards in search of more men and hoping to run into several deserters. He had not contacted the aliens since. The Consolate decapitated him, as his usefulness had run thin. Damn spook. After cursing myself for being so close to the pirate, yet not finding him in time, I noticed the gun near the first sniper the Consolate had killed. I asked him to go check it and after he climbed up and saw the markings, told me whose it was. He told me it was a detached deck gun from a Tangerize troop transport. I had no clue what pirates were doing with Tangerize tech, so I made a mental note to find out what was going on. I decided to leave the bodies out for some scavengers to find; also hoping Darzz would return and see his men dead. We left and I began to go over my contacts in the Tangerize Army, ready to find out the reason for the turret.
Oh hey, a build. So yeah……. Anyone remember this WiP from some time ago? I finally found some time to finish it…….. :b
Now where have I heard Galactic Conquestador before? And what about Darzz Lambant? And now that you mention it, Tangerize Army?
Are you implying that I am connecting multiple story-lines to my one faction and ongoing story?
:3
Credit to Eric S-J for the idea.
Asteroid Hauler used in combonation with the Pickax. It is also equiped with a small laser for defense and for light asteroid mining has a small mining laser. Has a rear facing cocpit for piloting the ship into position so that it can grab asteroids with its large claw.
Okay, we have six prime suspects with their weapons of choice:
- Captain Hook with his sword
- Blacktron Leader with his laser pistol
- Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD with his silenced machine pistol
- Bob with his lightning staff
- Iron-fist with his rusty pickax
- Sheldon J. Plankton with his Colt revolver
Now the question is this... which one of the fellows, slashed, fried twice, shot three times, infected with tetanus, and bludgeoned the deceased?!?